Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

The pool surface shimmered with colorful, flowing light, while the powerful DJ beats from the bar area pounded against our eardrums.

The beams of blue-violet and warm orange light pierced the air, making the water droplets sparkle.

The deep bass vibrated so much that the ground trembled slightly. The mist mixed with the scent of perfume was intoxicating.

The light and shadows shifted endlessly, and waves of heat came one after another.

The ceiling lights were still flashing, and the music had changed to a slower version of "That Night - DJ Version".

Lin Feng tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and frowned as she looked at the shining light bulb on the ceiling, where Zhou Sining was drawing a dragon for her.

Her long hair slipped from her shoulders as she moved, forming an arc that obscured her profile.

Raymond Lam tilted his head back, making the lines of his chin appear even more defined under the colored lights.

She looked up at him, the light reflecting off the water and falling on her face. Her eyes held a relaxed quality that only comes with a sense of rhythm, as she repeated the same movements.

The music's rhythm continued to accelerate.

Zhou Sining's breathing became heavier than before, as she prepared her pace for a journey that was about to last even longer.

Her fingers rested on the inside of his thigh, like a small boat constantly adjusting its course before reaching the shore, until the harbor finally came into view, at which point Feng took over its final journey.

Su Wanqing sat on one side of the bar sofa, holding a glass of foreign liquor, her gaze falling over the rim of the glass onto the center of the dance floor.

She watched for a while, then chuckled softly, "As expected, it was Zhou Sining, that slut, who couldn't hold back any longer."

Jiang Yutong sat next to her, holding a glass of red wine, her gaze fixed in the same direction, her cheeks flushed. "She...she's so good at it. She looks like she's really enjoying her food. I just can't."

Su Wanqing turned her head to look at her, the slight smile still lingering on her lips. "She was born for this kind of thing. You're new here, so you're probably interested in her. She'll definitely mess with you later; she's a little devil who preys on both men and women."

Jiang Yutong didn't speak, but she pulled her legs closer together, knees and ankles together, as if her body had made some kind of adjustment before her mind could react.

Su Wanqing's gaze slid from her face to her knees, then back to her eyes. "It seems like you haven't received Lin Feng's care in a long time, have you? Seeing this scene now, don't you especially want it?"

Jiang Yutong's lips moved slightly, and she lowered her head shyly, saying softly, "Mmm."

Su Wanqing slowly moved closer to her, "Come on, let me help you."

As she finished speaking, her hand slid down Jiang Yutong's side, not stopping, and landed directly on her lower abdomen, then continued downwards. Jiang Yutong's breath caught in her throat at that moment, and she uttered, "Sister Wanqing..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Wanqing turned her head away and silenced her with her lips.

Jiang Yutong's eyelashes trembled twice, and her tense back relaxed again, as if she had finally found a fulcrum to relieve her tension in some unexpected place.

Just as the two of them were helping each other, in the middle of the dance floor, Lin Feng had already lifted Zhou Sining up.

Her hands gripped his hair tightly.

Her swimsuit had disappeared sometime during the night.

The two large white rabbits swayed gently with her breathing, like fruits whose outermost packaging had just been removed, waiting to be turned over further.

Her voice came from above, as if it were coming through a layer of water, "You're so strong...you actually managed to lift me up...yes...that's it...amazing!"

When she looked down at Lin Feng, her eyes were like candied sweet potatoes, sweet and stretchy, and her chest heaved violently.

But they weren't the only ones on the dance floor.

There was also a group of people fighting over the microphone.

Liu Chengcheng urged, "It's my turn, it's my turn."

Song Yan squatted down next to her. "It's my turn. You've been singing for so long already."

Liu Chengcheng looked at her. "I didn't sing for very long. Did you time it?"

Song Yan said arrogantly, "I don't need to time you, I'll just watch you sing."

Liu Jiaqi's voice was muffled: "Don't fight, don't fight, let's sing together, let's have a big sing-along."

Twenty minutes later, Lin Feng changed his position and lay on his side on the sofa in the booth on the other side.

His gaze fell upon two figures intertwined on the sofa on the other side.

Su Wanqing sat sideways, with Jiang Yutong leaning on her shoulder. The two women breathed at different rates, but both carried the lingering effects of exercise.

Su Wanqing's hand was still resting on Jiang Yutong's fair thigh, her fingertips not applying any pressure, like a piano waiting for the keys to return to their original positions after the piece ended.

Another half hour passed, and on the black sofa in the booth, there was a row of figures, like a row of ears of wheat being blown by the same gust of wind, each bending at a different angle.

The light shone from behind them, casting their shadows on the back of the sofa, like a continuous outline drawn on the wall with dark ink.

Lin Feng swept from left to right, and then from right to left.

Some people called his name, others called something else.

More often than not, there are only the rising and falling breaths and the creaking of the sofa fabric under pressure.

The DJ music was still playing, an even more energetic English DJ track, with subwoofers continuously blasting from the speakers. Raymond Lam swayed to the DJ's rhythm.

Even though the DJ was already very loud, it still couldn't drown out the enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Time is no longer important at this moment.

On the sofas in the bar, on the bar counter, on the lounge chairs by the pool, and even in the pool itself, their happy figures and traces can be seen everywhere.

This pool party turned into an in-depth discussion forum. The DJ music acted like a stimulant, making them lose themselves, indulge themselves, and enjoy themselves with their eyes closed.